I struggle to find things that work on my plot, but French beans and recently, Borlotti beans are my favourite…
I noticed about that squirrels (probably) were starting to eat my ripening sweetcorn …
Some time in August, especially when the weather is warm and damp, our potatoes plants start showing signs of blight.
: William Henry Davies
A week ago I had a fire
To warm my feet, my hands and face;
Cold winds, that never make a friend,
Crept in and out of every place.
Today the fields are rich in grass,
And buttercups in thousands grow;
I’ll show the world where I have been–
With gold-dust seen on either shoe.
Till to my garden back I come,
Where bumble-bees for hours and hours
Sit on their soft, fat, velvet bums,
To wriggle out of hollow flowers.
William Henry Davies
We had a successful work party to finish tidying up the edges of the public footpath
We had a successful work party to finish tidying up the edges of the public footpath on Saturday, 17 March. We managed to fill all the puddles on our bit of the Meanwood Valley trail with crushed stone which was kindly supplied by the Council’s Park and Countryside division.
There was plenty of help, including several members of the public who had found about it. We had our usual high standard of refreshments and jolly company!
Hollin Lane Allotments are running work parties to improve the surface of the Meanwood Valley Trail where it runs past the allotments. Everyone is welcome to help out.
Hollin Lane Allotments are running two work parties to improve the surface of the Meanwood Valley Trail where it runs past the allotments. The dates are
- Saturday 24 Feb, from 10am
- Sunday 25 Feb, from 2pm.
Meet by our main gate, down the dirt track from the bottom of Hollin Drive LS16, or just turn up and announce yourself to the people there.
The work will involve scraping some mud off the surface of the path and filling puddles with crushed stone. Some tools and wheelbarrows will be provided by the allotments. The stone is provided by the Council’s Rights of Way manager. Many thanks to Cllr Sue Bentley for facilitating this.
There will be hot drinks and delicious home-made cakes. Our work parties are usually quite fun. We are hoping for a turnout from people who live nearby, or who just use this footpath.
: Ezra Pound
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm,
So ‘gainst the winter’s balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
We have new secure main gates to match the fence, thanks to Leeds Wellbeing Fund from the Inner North West Community Committee.
After our new fence was installed along the bottom of our site there was still one big gap in our security: the old main gates. These were very solidly built, but only about five feet high and easy to climb or to pass stolen items over. Also, they were too narrow to allow large delivery lorries to come through. For these reasons we wanted to replace them with new gates which were taller, wider, strong, and like the new fence. Expensive!
We applied for grants, and Leeds City Council’s Wellbeing Fund from the Inner North West Community Committee awarded us a generous £1370. This was enough for a beautiful new gate from Airedale Fencing, the same firm that did our new fence.
: Lucy Newlyn, from Ginnel
Mouths bloodied purple, fingers antennae
trembling for the touch of hidden fruit –
foragers scouring the hinterland,
eyes skinned for dark swell of berry.
Our days are long, and battle-scarred
with brambling. Brummels lade our nights;
all our tomorrows are a hooked tunnel
of bummelkites. We move hungrily
among edges, hunting for certainties:
scavengers off a darkened street,
in the sacred lore of blackberries.
We love beck-sides, and derelict places
where branches scramble out of sight –
behind nettles, under hawthorns, sidling
through bracken. We are long-armed
with reaching for the woody stems
that clamber at an immense height.
But most of all we love the brambles
arching spindly over walls in ginnels –
stray offerings from untidy ends of gardens,
bending with plump black weight.
Lucy Newlyn, from Ginnel
: Christina Georgina Rossetti
January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
Birds sing in tune
To flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;
In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly
August bears corn,
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.
Christina Georgina Rossetti